Why am I down here, This place that I'm at.
Constantly changing from this to then that.

Things that can shift, things you don't know.
things that make changes so ego will grow.

Careful inspection, of what's left inside.
Finding the things that your ego will hide.

When you do find them, remove them you must.
Most of them old thoughts that are covered in rust.

Still ego's needed, to keep you alive.
If used in small doses you begin then to thrive.


Work on your life, doing things that are right.
Balancing thoughts during daytime and night.

People around you, unable to see.
How the life that's inside you is split into three.

The creation of three comes from the two.
Binding together, in ways nobody knew.

The two become one thus making it three.
Transforming us into what it’s all meant to be.

Layer after layer, both near and afar.
Designing and building the conscious being you are.

The creator is give and the creation is take.
Combining us into this space that we make.

At odds with each other, always testing the space.
Making it look like it’s somehow a race.

Split down the middle, each has their side.
Entering the light from the dark times we hide.

This synchronic balance gets everything right.
Working together without causing a fight.

If we look at the all, we see one as a whole.
Knowing things above also happen below.

The story of Blobert J. Pumpkins, a bully from the time he was small.
Began with his first years of primary school upon noticing he was quite tall.

His classmates would always defer up to him, so he felt like the one that's in charge.
A decade of bullying began way back then and that sad little boy became large.

His mother had married a stupid loud man, young Blob saw him only as mean.
Nevertheless he turned into that guy that had left him when he was a teen.

High school Blob was more of the same, no one dared stand in his way.
If anyone rose with the courage to try, Blobert would then make them pay.

Finished with school and out in the world, our Blob found a great place to work.
But it didn't take coworkers much time to see that this rude selfish oaf was a ****.

Unable to make friends or stay in one place, always looking to upgrade his job.
From years that he drank, unclear memories remain as the only things left inside Blob.

Losing it all, time after time, never once seeing his part.
Picturing himself as the coolest of cats, while being a disgusting old ****.

As all of his classmates began to retire, Blob dropped from houses to cars.
He was trapped by his ego in a fantasy world at the same time he's ******* in jars.

The moral of the story is don't be a Blob, nobody liked him a bit.
No one had taught him the smart thing in life, is never to eat where you ****.

So he stumbles around, all over town, insulting the people he meets.
Clueless the way that he does everything, is the reason for all his defeats.

As best friends go, you really weren't great.
Much like my wife, who was also an eight.

There were times that you fumbled and bumbled some care.
The whole time remaining, not really there.

I miss having someone, to show myself to.
I keep it inside now, not sharing with you.

Why does it bother and hurt me so much.
To not know the reason, to why we lost touch.

Now I just move, from one moment to next.
Since looking behind me, just leaves me perplexed.

I still want for you, all the things you may need,
Like abundance in wealth, or a buttload of ****.

Now when I think of you, once in a while.
Remembering things, that you said, makes me smile.

If you don't see me, only message I send.
Notice the things, that don't break, instead bend.

These words that I've written and needed to say.
Repairing tomorrow, through feelings today.

There was a thing that happened to me, not so long ago.
A single seed of knowledge, took root and began to grow.

It boosted the connection, to a voice inside of me.
Showing me just who I am and what I'm supposed to be.

It took me to a place, that very few have been.
Showing me how to change the world with poems from my pen.

Detachment from their matrix, then came naturally.
Having understanding of, everything I see.

Preparing for the next part, of what I saw above.
Means walking down this road alone, leaving ones I love.

Constructing all these poems, I could not do at home.
I had to do it on the road in every town I roam.

This connection with the source of us, grows stronger every day.
It gives me understanding of the things I need to say.

The system that controls us, is only based on fear.
Claiming if we don't abide we'll lose all we hold dear.

The fear that is created, constructs the world we know.
But kindness and compassion, will let the love then show.

Don't think about the worst in people, stop your being scared.
With the love that grows in you, the world will be repaired.

Focusing on the low points in life, will always bring you down.
Attracting negativity into your world, thus giving you your frown.

To examine all your choices, looking at things that you did.
Will send you on a journey, back to when you were a kid.

Try not to be so ******* yourself, questioning the mistakes that you made.
By seeing that they make who you are, your sadness will then start to fade.

For the times in your life that are not so great, this is what you can do.
When feeling down, help those around, transforming to a life that is true.

We think that we are oh so smart, smarter than those from the past.
But as we begin to awaken ourselves, we realize that we are just last.

Feathers and leaves dancing, wind in the sky.
Sparks reconnected, without even a try.

The moment you knew, is the moment I saw.
Creating together, without even a flaw.

Stronger and brighter, becoming so tight.
Faith in each other, without stirring a fight.

Our colors once separate, begin now to run.
Giving us depth, without weighing a ton.

Aligning ourselves, to be on God's path.
Achieving salvation, without any wrath.

Politics, media, business and such.
The zionists have control deep in their clutch.

To control all the money is where it began.
The last on their list is the bank of Iran

Our zionist rulers can hide in plain sight.
Speak poorly of them, Judaism takes up the fight.

They never can let us separate them.
From the regular people following Judaism.

Any attack on their Kabbalist ways.
You’re tagged an anti semite, for the rest of your days.

All that we know has been taken away.
Slowly replaced with their rot and decay.

We are just cattle that feed them our fear.
Kept in the dark with all the lies we hold dear.

They need that you read all these words and feel shame.
Regaining control of you inside of this game.

The darkness they worship can cause you no harm.
The eternal inside you, is there to disarm.

Once you are honest and speak only truth.
You see through these lies that began in your youth

No longer will the zionists be able to hide.
The light that is coming will be our new guide.

This journey of self on the inside and out.
Is made by having faith where you felt only doubt.

To get yourself aligned with the here and the now.
Stop all your thinking about all the why and the how.

Feeling no fear brings you right to the top.
Flow like a river they’re unable to stop.

Give yourself time to work it all through.
Release old ideas to find the real you.

Connecting with people to help you along.
Will change all your feelings of being weak to just strong.

Beginning this process can be started today.
Notice how quickly you’ll find the middle way.

The Shaman’s life lonely, troubled since youth.
Seeing through lies, means speaking the truth.

The knowledge of both sides, time and again.
Repeating of patterns, understanding of zen.

The more that you know, the higher you go.
When all is in place your perception will grow.

Traveling by foot, many years spent alone.
Forgetting oneself is the shaman’s keystone.

Our Hero’s past life has been slowly washed away.
Unable to show faith, or be a part of the fray.

Growing in strength, she filled all with fear.
Repelling their lies, had her trust disappear.

All she struck down, had nowhere to hide.
Igniting her rage from the wrongs felt inside.

The Hero had learned, what the Shaman held dear.
People are afraid of those having no fear.

Be true to yourself wiping worries away.
Changing perceptions to find the middle way.

There’s something about this early group, the ones that started first.
Denying the old to except the new, can never be rehearsed.

They’re scattered sparsely all around, nothing left to chance.
Often seen with underwear, on the outside of their pants.

Switching to the positive age, it’s light that we become.
so working on forgiving yourself, might not be so dumb.

The light that will configure you, soon about to start.
This will help you understand, when thinking with your heart.

With senses traveling higher than, you ever would have thought.
The world we knew will drip away, as old begins to rot.

As our world now awakens, to this glorious new day.
Chances are we’ll meet again, upon the middle way.

When laying down sleeping and dreaming at night.
It quiets your vessel of physical might.

The other two vessels, working as you.
One comes from where, you'll go when it's through.

The last one is planted and grows in your head.
Combining with others the moment you're dead.

Body, spirit and mind are the three.
***** just one and unbalanced you'll be.

When one is diminished, the others will match.
Swirling together for darkness to hatch.

Know what you are, and what lives in you.
Balance your vessels for a life that is true.

The nature of people, soon easy to see.
As light from the Red King divides us in three.

Coming change expected. Soon the bolide birth begins.

Shining down its brilliant light. Revealing all of our sins.

Lies begin to dissipate. New ideas take hold.

The understanding of bygone youth, is achieved by growing old.

If I had hammer, I'd hit you on the head.
If I had a hammer, I'd hit you til your dead.

If I had a car, I'd drive right over you.
If I had a car, I'd hit your family too,

These violent acts I write about, that happen every day.
Building up, over time, With all you think and say.

In place of smashing down, with a hammer on his head.
Allowing him to live his life, Instead of being dead.

Take the car you're driving, and give them all a ride.
Not driving over anyone, not even those who lied.

It would be, so nice, if all the world could see.
How smiles from a stranger, grows feelings deep in me.

Seeing someone you don't know, blast them with a grin.
The love that is created, allows you both to win.

The who that it is, that you're waiting to see.
Is living inside you, the same as in me.

The difference in how, you see what will show.
Is changing belief into something you know.

Focus your thoughts, being mindful of things.
Threading your way, throughout all that life brings.

Find the real message, not the one told.
The truth shining through, has your story unfold.

To the last that will happen, you began with the start.
Dissolving designs that have kept us apart.

Seeing how people perceive and connect.
Through thoughts and with words getting all they select.

Truth is a magnet, that strengthens and grows.
Attracting to all, that the universe knows.

Stop for a moment, do not delay.
Receiving what's needed from a feeling today.

Inspection of flow, to choose how you feel.
Opening the doors, you refused to reveal.

The lightnet gets loosened of you and of me.
Revealing the who that you're waiting to see

Entering a town without knowing a soul, can always go hit or go miss.
So God led me here, right to this group, familiar as a long forgotten kiss.

Opening your doors to let me be a part, showing me the love that you spread.
Seeing all these people, connected to you, as if by an invisible thread.

So lucky I feel, having come this place full of people all gathered in love.
This special connection you share with each other must certainly have come from above.

A month has gone fast but I know in my heart, how our valuable time has been spent.
Serving those in need can take many forms , even helping them find next months rent.

Sometimes during a difficult moment, an argument can ensue.
But within a day it’s all squared away,  and your friendship is stronger than new.

Leaving this place will sting quite a bit,   I’ve grown quite fond of you all.
But places to go and people to see, is the journey of the wanderers call.